Terror at Twilight
a Séadna* (pronounced: shay-na) Sonnet
by Frank Coffman
Doom! the blood-red sun is dying.
Clings it close on western rim.
Curséd Night is quickly nighing,
Thick clouds weep; day graying grim.
Grim the shape that in the shadows
Grows at ancient forest’s edge—
A Creature dread from Hell’s hollows
Made by spell of Yellow Mage
Magic dark has dragged it hither.
Earth is not it’s normal home.
And, now here, we know not whither
It will wend, nor rather r